#the Imperial Library

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Based on TES Morrowind game credit information on The Imperial Library, I have learned that Andrew Rai did the art for the Saint Triloths in the various Temple shrines

Super happy to finally learn who did the art for these (you'll see all the saint art later).

Eternal props to The Imperial Library!

[redyn-nerevarine]

I read this on The Imperial Library. It's very interesting. So, does this mean the Nerevarine is Azura's lover?

[mybookofdaedra]

"Once bound, a Dremora's uses are nearly limitless — with or without its cooperation. The sacrifices stand upon each altar as sentries against the Dremora's power. Take care not to disturb the blood, or the bonds will weaken precipitously."

A Bound Daedra

The Imperial Library

[valerepoet]

I would really, really love it if there was a sort of audiobook project for the Imperial Library Website, where all the of books and articles were made into “audiobooks” so to speak.

[asktheheroesoftamriel]

So now that voting’s over and the info is public, I’m gonna go ahead an link to my entry for The Imperial Library’s fanfiction contest.  I reverse-engineered a dialect for this thing (which I might do more of in the future, it was pretty fun) and ended up writing the most imperialist thing I’ve ever created in my life.

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I've been playing Skyrim lately and have been having a lot of fun reading the lore books. Do we know which authors wrote which in-game books?

So quite a few people from what I understand, but two standout names are Ted Peterson and Michael Kirkbride as being writers who wrote a large % of the in-game books.

Alot of the books in Skyrim are actually carry overs from books you can find in Oblivion and Morrowind which is where Kirkbride and Peterson did most of their writing

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Ted Peterson wrote this for an interview in 2005 regarding what books he wrote for TES III:

"Just for Morrowind? Looking at the Imperial Library listings:

The Ancient Tales of the Dwemer; Fragment: On Artaeum; Mysticism, The Unfathomable Voyage; Notes on Racial Phylogeny; On Oblivion; The Old Ways; Origin of the Mages Guild; An Overview of Gods and Worship; Response to Bero’s Speech; The Wild Elves; 2920; Biography of the Wolf Queen; Brief History of the Empire; Dance in Fire; The Firsthold Revolt; Galerion the Mystic; A Game At Dinner; How Orsinium Passed to the Orcs; The Madness of Pelagius; The Pig Children; The Wolf Queen; The Armorers’ Challenge; The Axe Man; The Black Arrow; Bone; Breathing Water; The Cake and the Diamond; Chance’s Folly; Feyfolken; The Final Lesson; The Four Suitors of Benitah; The Gold Ribbon of Merit; Hallgerd’s Tale; A Hypothetical Treachery; Ice and Chitin; Incident in Necrom; Last Scabbard of Akrash; The Locked Room; Marksmanship Lesson; Master Zoaraym’s Tale; The Mirror; The Mystery of Princess Talara; Night Falls on Sentinel; Palla; The Poison Song; Realizations of Acrobacy; The Rear Guard; Silence; Smuggler’s Island; Surfeit of Thieves; The Third Door; Trap; Vernaccus and Bourlor; Withershins; The Wraith’s Wedding Dowry; The Death Blow of Abernanit; The Horror of Castle Xyr; A Less Rude Song; Lord Jornibret’s Last Dance; Cherim’s Heart of Anequina; Invocation of Azura; The Charwich-Koniinge Letters; The Buying Game… I think that’s it…"

And since Peterson worked on Daggerfall he wrote books for that game as well:

"I edited all of them [the books] in Daggerfall, but the ones that I wrote completely (and some of these are in Morrowind too):

Galerion the Mystic; The Madness of Pelagius; Ius, Animal God (regrettably); The Asylum Ball; A History of Daggerfall; Brief History of the Empire; The Fall of the Usurper; A Dubious Tale of the Crystal Tower; Banker’s Bet; Healer’s Tale; Jokes; Rude Song; The Arrowshot Woman; A Scholar’s Guide to Nymphs; An Overview of Gods and Worship; Broken Diamonds; Confessions of a Thief; Etiquette with Rulers; Fragment: On Artaeum; Ghraewaj; Holidays of the Iliac Bay; Invocation of Azura; Legal Basics; Mysticism; On Oblivion; On Lycanthropy; Origin of the Mages Guild; Special Flora of Tamriel; The Alik’r; The Brothers of Darkness; The Faerie; The Old Ways; The Wild Elves; Vampires of the Iliac Bay; Wabbajack; The Pig Children; The War of Betony by Newgate; The War of Betony by Fav’te; Wayrest, Jewel of the Bay."

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Skyrim has something like 307 books but the VAST majority are from previous TES games.

If you wanna learn more, the Imperial Library website is a GREAT resource for both

A. Readings the books online

and

B. Learning the IRL author information

Here is a great example:

https://www.imperial-library.info/content/real-barenziah

This Imperial Library article has both the full book text AND lists the IRL author as. Marilyn Wasserman.

I'd super recommend you check out the Imperial Library website. Its great!

[mybookofdaedra]

Beggar Prince: The story of Wheedle and his gifts from the Daedric Lord Namira

(source)

We look down upon the beggars of the Empire. These lost souls are the poor and wretched of the land. Every city has its beggars. Most are so poor they have only the clothes on their backs. They eat the scraps the rest of us throw out. We toss them a coin so that we don't have to think too long about their plight.

Imagine my surprise when I heard the tale of the Beggar Prince. I could not imagine what a Prince of Beggars would be. Here is the tale I heard. It takes place in the first age, when gods walked like men and daedra stalking the wilderness with impunity. It is a time before they were all confined to Oblivion.

There once was a man named Wheedle. Or maybe it was a woman. The story goes to great lengths to avoid declaring Wheedle's gender. Wheedle was the 13th child of a king in Valenwood. As such Wheedle was in no position to take the throne or even inherit much property or wealth.

Wheedle had left the palace to find independent fortune and glory. After many days of endless forest roads and tiny villages, Wheedle came upon a three men surrounding a beggar. The beggar was swaddled in rags from head to toe. No portion of the vagabond's body was visible. The men were intent on slaying the beggar.

With a cry of rage and indignation, Wheedle charged the men with sword drawn. Being simple townsfolk, armed only with pitchforks and scythes, they immediately fled from the armored figure with the shining sword.

"Many thanks for saving me," wheezed the beggar from beneath the heap of foul rags. Wheedle could barely stand the stench.

"What is your name, wretch?" Wheedle asked.

"I am Namira."

Unlike the townsfolk, Wheedle was well learned. That name meant nothing to them, but to Wheedle it was an opportunity.

"You are the Daedric lord!" Wheedle exclaimed. "Why did you allow those men to harass you? You could have slain them all with a whisper."

"I am please you recognized me," Namira rasped. "I am frequently reviled by townsfolk. It pleases me to be recognized for my attribute, if not for my name."

Wheedle knew that Namira was the Daedric lord of all thing gross and repulsive. Diseases such as leprosy and gangrene were her domain. Where others might have seen danger, Wheedle saw opportunity.

"Oh, great Namira, let me apprentice myself to you. I ask only that you grant me powers to make my fortune and forge a name for myself that will live through the ages."

"Nay. I make my way alone in the world. I have no need for an apprentice."

Namira shambled off down the road. Wheedle would not be put off. With a bound, Wheedle was at Namira's heel, pressing the case for an apprenticeship. For 33 days and nights, Wheedle kept up the debate. Namira said nothing, but Wheedle's voice was ceaseless. Finally, on the 33rd day, Wheedle was too hoarse to talk.

Namira looked back on the suddenly silent figure. Wheedle knelt in the mud at her feet, open hands raised in supplication.

"It would seem you have completed your apprenticeship to me after all," Namira declared. "I shall grant your request."

Wheedle was overjoyed.

"I grant you the power of disease. You may choose to be afflicted with any disease you choose, changing them at will, so long as it has visible symptoms. However, you must always bear at least one.

"I grant you the power of pity. You may evoke pity in anyone that sees you.

"Finally, I grant you the power of disregard. You may cause others to disregard your presence."

Wheedle was aghast. These were not boons from which a fortune could be made. They were curses, each awful in its own right, but together they were unthinkable.

"How am I to make my fortune and forge a name for myself with these terrible gifts?"

"As you begged at my feet for 33 days and 33 nights, so shall you now beg for your fortune in the cities of men. Your name will become legendary among the beggars of Tamriel. The story of Wheedle, the Prince of Beggars, shall be handed down throughout the generations.

It was as Namira predicted. Wheedle was an irresistible beggar. None could see the wretch without desperately wanting to toss a coin at the huddled form. However, Wheedle also discovered that the power of disregard gave great access to the secrets of the realms. People unknowingly said important things where Wheedle could hear them. Wheedle grew to know the comings and goings of every citizen in the city.

To this day, it is said that if you really want to know something, go ask the beggars. They have eyes and ears throughout the cities. They know all the little secrets of the daily lives of its citizens.